He Will Come Again

He whom we love will come again
In majesty and power
To claim His bride, the blood-bought Church,
We watch and wait the hour.

All cleansed from sin, in spotless white,
A glorious, happy throng,
His presence comforts while we wait,-
Our hearts burst forth in song.

Not one asleep, shall Jesus find,
Whose lamp is filled with oil;
The Spirit keeps us wide awake
To greet the Lord, our all.

In triumph over sin and death,
The dead in Christ shall rise;
And we, caught up along with them,
Shall meet Him in the skies.